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Mar 2015
You may think you know.
Your farthest from knowing.  
I can put a smile on my face , just to show the world..
They think they know, they have no idea.
The smiles are sad.
The laughter is tears.
When you go to bed hoping you never wakeup..
You wakeup the next daycrying, still moving on.
Some say the more you move on the stronger you get.
I haven't got stronger one time yet.
Moving on doesn't make you stronger.
It makes you weak.
When no ones there to catch you fall, you have to catch yourself.
Sometimes you fall..
Being independent is good.
But, being lonley to me.
its just sad.
Written by
jeanette korbel
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